A Poet who probably did not achieve the same fame as Shelley and Byron but nevertheless a great Romantic Poet who I think lived and Died in Northampton Christian you will have to refresh my memory Excellent Post well done Laurence
This sweet poem by John Clare tells the love he shared with a young girl, and he gives her a lovely name: Mary Littlechild. Again, it comes from his most beautiful collection, Asylum Poems, composed while he was interned in a lunatic asylum.
The Forest Maid
O once I loved a pretty girl, and dearly love her still;
I courted her in happiness for two short years or more.
And when I think of Mary it turns my bosom chill,
For my little of life’s happiness is faded and is o’er.
O fair was Mary Littlechild, and happy as the bee,
And sweet was bonny Mary as the song of forest bird;
And the smile upon her red lips was very dear to me,
And her tale of love the sweetest that my ear has ever heard.
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